I'm in an odd mood for the day.
Listening to Manic Street Preachers, from back in the Good ol' days of Holy Bible, Generation Terrorists, and Gold against the Soul. I never could get into the newer stuff from Everything must go and on.
It feels odd, to go back to a time when I wasn't really me, but to still feel quite a lot like that person is me.
Nostalgia is a strange thing.